Congratulations to Lenny Lianne, Diane Cabe and Melanie Smith, the poetry readers who identified Henry VIII as the Tudor who wrote "Greensleeves." All three will receive a book of poems. Keep an eye on your respective mailboxes for your prizes!
Now, National Poetry Month may have ended in the cruellest month, but I will continue to share poetry with you here on Hedgehog Lover. I also will continue contributing to this blog, so feel free to stop by to see what has been posted between poetry e-mails. I might even post my own poems, or yours — you never know!
Scroll down to read "Heaven on Earth," a fun poem by Kristin Berkey-Abbott, courtesy of The Writer’s Almanac.
And remember, when you encounter a poem that affects you, share it with me —and I’ll in turn share it with others. Good poetry cannot — and should not — be contained!
Heaven on Earth
I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
slinging nothing but gutter balls.
He said, "You've gotta love a hobby
that allows ugly shoes."
He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
So I invited him to dinner.
I knew the Lord couldn't see my house
in its current condition, so I gave it an out
of season spring cleaning. What to serve
for dinner? Fish—the logical
choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
of everyone's favorite seafood dishes.
I thought of my Granny's ham with Coca Cola
glaze, but you can't serve that to a Jewish
boy. Likewise pizza—all my favorite
toppings involve pork.
In the end, I made us an all-dessert buffet.
We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
and listened to Bill Monroe.
Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
I'm happy to report. He told strange
stories which I've puzzled over for days now.
We've got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
Ordinarily I don't play, and certainly not in this humidity.
But the Lord says he knows a grand miniature
golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills
and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
Sounds like Heaven to me.
by Kristin Berkey-Abbott from Whistling Past the Graveyard.
© Pudding House Publications, 2004